Mr. Kepler, the CPR instructor, offered Jana a laminated card and patted her on the shoulder. “Well done. And remember, recertification is every two years.”
“Thanks,” she said and slid the card into her cargo pocket.
Her stomach fluttered as her best friend, Harrison, met her at the door. “All set?”
The class bell rang.
Harrison opened the door. “Come on. I’ve got a surprise.”